#daredevil yeah whatever

[rystiel]

fighting for dominance or whatever the fuck

[gnomewithalaptop]

You know that post I reblogged a while back talking about the difference between being a good artist and being a good comic artist? Dude -- Javier Rodriguez in Absolute Martian Manhunter is clearly an honest to god master of both

Seriously, like what the hell. This panel composition? These colors? And don't get me started on the carefully curated contrast between overstimulating scenes like this one and the more traditional panel composition he uses for everyday stuff. It's honestly a little mindblowing how well he utilizes this medium to the fullest

[ephemeralstarss]

craziest part about the punisher isn't even that frank heals from injuries capable of easily killing dozens of movie characters several times over in a matter of hours, it's that nobody recognizes him basically ever when in the real world he'd have blown up on tiktok several times over

[minaharkerisavampire]

Wilson Fisk has big Dr. Doofenshmirtz energy always talking about ruling Hell’s Kitchen that’s like 10 blocks dude dream a little bigger

[xycuro-illuminati]

I find it really funny how m/cu dd fans love to write Matt as someone who just CANNOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE give up being Daredevil. He CAN'T do it bc of that stupid "The city needs me." line. Meanwhile, comics Matt stubs his toe and he's like "That's it, I can't be Daredevil anymore. I'm giving it up." for the 5th time that month. Homeboy has given up the mantle plenty of times it's on par with him faking his death.

[comicsiswild]

Daredevil (2022) #13

[cassiopeialistens]

this with batman and the batfam… like half the fandom is ppl projecting their tropey, boring, and literally abusive headcanons on characters theyve only read fanfic about. sorry but jason isnt a perfect angel who’s hides behind a tough guy persona, he’s killed people before. and dick isnt a himbo sunshine, he’s probably one of the more angsty batfam members. and damian isnt feral?? he’s methodical and calculating to a fault and a CHILD.

and they can stop pretending that the batfam consists of dick, jason, tim and damian. watching cassandra and duke get constantly shafted in favor of two adults who live in different cities is wild. cass and barbara have one of the best runs, with an interesting and complex mentor/mentee relationship but no one talks about it…

its honestly so weird to see characters like dick, jason, tim and damian get shoved into fandom categories that are so general and stereotyped you could describe it in two words.

tbh once your faves are getting put into incorrect quotes that dont really fit them its the beginning of the end 😕✊

i think some of you dont like narratives or stories or characters i think you just like fanfiction tropes

[skygemspeaks]

marvel universe dashboard simulator: spideytorch ship war edition

(part 2)

🤟 spideyparktorchtruther Follow

🕷️ spideyslut22468

god i'm so fucking tired of hearing about johnny fucking storm's love life. it's always spideytorch this, stormparker that, and now i have to deal with this new monstrosity of a ship? have we considered maybe leaving them alone? these are real ass people, why are you even shipping them anyways? go find some anime twinks to thirst over

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🧟 avgnwyrkr Follow

so anyways i still haven't stopped thinking about that one tiktok where the person saw spider-man chilling eating a hot dog one day and went up to him to ask him what he thought about peter parker and it was so obvious the person was trying to start some drama or whatever but instead spidey just apparently went on for like ten minutes about how awesome peter parker is and how good he is at photography and how smart he is and how they've been friends for like ten years

guys, what if we've been wrong all along? what if spidey really isn't in love with johnny? what if he's in love with peter instead?

😏 shutterbugsupremacy Follow

that's what i've been saying!! i mean guys? peter parker is LITERALLY the only photographer that spidey ever allows to get proper photos of him? he's been taking photos of spidey since he was in high school! he literally put out a photobook that was entirely pictures of spider-man.

🕷️ spideyslut22468

y'all are reaching so hard i'm surprised you haven't pulled a muscle. if parker was really in love with spidey would he have sold his pictures to a newspaper that does nothing but slander spider-man's good name? from what i've heard, jjj pays parker pretty well for his spider-man photos. he's not taking pictures of spidey out of love or anything, it's all just for money. same with the book. he's a sellout.

😏 shutterbugsupremacy Follow

hey man, we all gotta eat somehow, and spidey has said in the past that he doesn't care about parker working for the bugle. also, see above about the video where spidey talks about how awesome parker is. maybe you need to cool your jets, yeah?

🕷️ spideyslut22468

spider-man has been friends with johnny storm literally since the fantastic four came onto the superhero scene, obviously he's gonna play nice when asked about his best friend's long-term boyfriend regardless of how he actually feels about parker. y'all are just looking for signs where there aren't any.

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🥰 stormparkerownsmysoul

look, i know that we've all had our differences in the past, but let us not think about what sets us apart, but rather what brings us all together.

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❎ superheroshipbrackets

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❤️‍🔥 spideytorchendgame Follow

me talking to anyone that will listen about my theory that peter parker is just a beard for johnny storm to help keep his actual relationship with spider-man a secret

❤️‍🔥 spideytorchendgame Follow

like guys just hear me out okay? spider-man obviously wouldn't want his real identity to be well known to the public, and publicly dating johnny would put him at constant risk of being found out. so that's why they have johnny fake date peter parker! he's the perfect candidate! i mean, we all know he has ties to, like, a ridiculous number of superheroes. he's worked for both reed richards and tony stark, and people have snapped pics of him hanging out with captain america and deadpool. he's even been spotted with daredevil and daredevil hates everyone! so him dating johnny wouldn't really put him at any more danger of being targeted by villains than he was already in. and what's in it for peter? i mean, he gets to live in the baxter building (he probably has his own secret apartment and doesn't actually live with johnny) and probably gets a bunch of expensive gifts and stuff to compensate for all the shit he has to put up with for being johnny's partner.

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[bloodybreakupscene]

-> 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓.

joaquin torres x reader

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ [desc.] :: a short drabble between you and joaquin, from when you first met, to how it's going.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ [a/n] :: HEEEYYYY it's me after... checks clock... two years?? finally got into writing again soooo expect marvel fics... who's excited for the new daredevil show... and that new spidey show is good too ALSO MARVEL RIVALS–

you slave away on your computer, dragging and dropping files, typing them up, doing whatever with them! god, you didn't think a government job would have you doing so much boring tedious work. you scroll and scroll onwards and it's a wonder your finger hasn't fallen off yet. ‘i guess i can't see president ross doing any of this stuff.’ you comment to yourself.

joaquin looks at you, well, it lingers– okay he's staring. he always does, he can't help it! ever since you started working here he can't stop. he walks by your office everyday since it's on his way to where he usually works. he's talked to you a couple times, did the thing where you nod to each other to acknowledge the other's presence. you even say good morning! that means you guys are like.. close right? at least work friends.

“so.. i went on a mission, couple days ago. pretty good, beat up a couple guys.” he blurts out, body leaning on your doorway, causing you to looking away from your own computer.

“oh really?”

“yeah.” he brags, “you should've been there, even sam was impressed.”

“i would've liked to, during work i don't look anywhere other than this damn computer,” you laugh.”

“y'know maybe, maybe we could–”

“joaquin, need you out front.” sam wilson calls from his comms, the voice of captain america sounding through the speakers.

“i think he needs you.” you smile at him, he smiles back but he's disappointed again, he wanted to ask you out! for coffee or whatever government coworkers do!

joaquin complains to sam about this later, talking about how he ruined his chances and how he needs to “hop off and let him soar” whatever the hell that meant, sam would've gotten on his case if he didn't scurry away as soon as they arrived back at base. running straight towards your working grounds.

he chills out before walking in the room. checking his hair, face, etc, etc. as he's fixing his uniform, you tap on his shoulder, eliciting a jolt from him.

“hey, whatcha’ waiting for?” you ask wondering why he was looking at his reflection in his blacked out phone screen, seemingly about to walk into your room with no one in it.

“oh, y'know, was waiting for you actually, about earlier i was gonna ask you… if you…” he nervously taps his sides with his hands, chuckling a bit; it's not like… not like he liked you! he just likes looking at you, yeah.. that seemed right. definitely.

“if i..?” you question, voice laced with confusion, but you had an idea of what he was attempting to ask.

“if like, you know, wanna go out with me, do whatever, i like going to the gym, if you couldn't tell.” he holds up his arms, muscles prominent but not bulging.

you can't help but stiffle a giggle, whether it was because of his– albeit– childish attempt at impressing you or because of his overall cuteness is up to debate.

“sure, why not, i'll be off at five…ish? later. we can go get dinner or something.”

“yeah! yeah of course, ill stop by later then, count on it.” he winks, as you walk back into your room. when you closed the door he nearly skipped his way back to his own work base.

after this moment you two became surprisingly close, he wasn't the awkward overcompensater from when you first met. he was genuinely funny, and charming too! wow, what a package deal, you think.

–

days passed and the situation with the former president is finally over. you're unsettled with it all and you're on your way to joaquin's hospital room. you're upset he got dragged in so far but you did know it was a part of his job, still it made you soured your mood.

“hey joaquin.. how you doing today?” you walk in, sitting by his bed.

“better, thanks.. for being here.” he tries sitting up, groaning in the process.

“don't, you're gonna hurt yourself more.” your hand falls onto his, almost like natural instinct.

“sorry we haven't.. been able to go out lately. didn't think i'd get shot down from the sky.” he laughs, but with only a hint of humor in his actual tone.

you stare at him for a second, looking at his eyes, examining the damage. “you.. no. don't apologize, you'll get better. i know it.”

“can't wait to get outta here, we should get ice cream. i need something sweet or i might die.”

“hmm, to be fair you did almost die.” you lay your head on your hand, leaning closer to him.

“you're right, so that means we gotta go.” he glances at you, noticing your drowsy reddish eyes.

“mhm. m’ tired. didn't sleep last night.”

“why not?” he looks at you concerned.

“worried about you, haha..” you lean off of your hand, head landing on his lap. he watches as you slowly drift to sleep, still holding his hand, fingers interlocked.

his face is slowly fades into a pink color, and he holds your hand tighter, he falls asleep in this state as well, not wanting anything to ruin this moment between the two of you.

[rystiel]

i’m too lazy to write ts myself and i’ve found a couple of pretty short ones with a bit of this premise but… are there more mattfoggy fics with face/body touching out there?? like matt feels foggy to get a more defined idea of what he looks like and it progressively gets all gay and shit as matt picks up on foggy’s heart rate changing? starts out purely for learning & bestie bonding and then it turns into them both sitting there like. oh. does he also like this? this seems like such a specific concept idek what to look up to run into more fics like this 💀

[petertingle-yipyip]

COINCIDENCE - MATT MURDOCK

//it was intended as a rewrite but is just a part three i guess, idk there was a lot of discussions so peer pressure. plus the original request wanted a happy ending so i did that!!// pt1 // pt2

Pairing: Matt x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 2,083

Summary: The problem never ended, just hid. The most painful solution is acknowledged but Matt refuses to stand idly by.

The rest of the day was a blur. Matt only stayed for one hour and left. Your other classes complained that they didn’t get a special guest speaker, and while you wanted to explain it to them so they weren’t upset, something wasn’t sitting right in your stomach.

You were still upset with Matt. The idea of Elektra being in your shared apartment made you feel like the other woman, even though you were the wife. You wanted to burn down the building, throw Matt’s things into the dumpster, knock Elektra’s perfect teeth in, punch Stick in the nose. You were still so angry.

The reconciliation was supposed to be enough. That’s what your mother had always told you about marriage. Nothing was too big for you two to get over if you loved each other. Sometimes someone had to swallow their pride and forgive a fight before you lost the other. But why were you letting him off the hook without knowing that he’d do anything you asked? And what was to keep Elektra from making moves on him?

Once your kids were finally out and dismissal was done, you dropped back into your work chair. The photo was still face down, and maybe that was the indiciation you really needed that nothing was really settled.

You picked up your phone.

“Foggy Nelson.” Foggy answered.

“Hey, Fog… Did Matt make it back?” You asked, filing assignments into folders and sliding them into your bag to grade later.

“No, he said there was something he needed to take care of before you got home. Why?”

“Can I come by the office then? I need to talk to you.”

“Sure? Is everything okay, Y/N?”

“No, I don’t think so.” You sighed. “I thought it would be a ‘sweep under the rug’ instance but it’s just… not.”

“Okay, yeah, come on by. You want me to have some food delivered?”

“You’d be a lifesaver if you did.”

“Pizza will be ready when you get here.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you in a bit.”

You ended the call and finished packing up your classroom. By the time you were done, nothing made any more sense than it did before. You were frustrated walking to your car because talking about things was supposed to help.

But you and Matt hadn’t really talked about it, had you?

You told him how to resolve the physical part of the issue. Get Elektra out of your apartment and finish whatever mission he was on as Daredevil. The latter you only added because you knew he wouldn’t leave well enough alone, stubborn bastard. But it didn’t get to the heart of the issue.

Just answer the question!

Elektra!

The understanding settled in your stomach like a rock. Despite your marriage, despite everything she had done to Matt, he said her name. He knew you were in the next room. He knew you had been restless, unable to sleep without him beside you. He knew there were nights you had stayed awake until you heard him come in just to know he didn’t die out there. He knew you would’ve dropped everything if he had called you from an alley and needed your help to get home. But maybe, all of that, he’d still do for her.

You walked into the building, smiled politely to Karen, and walked into Foggy’s office. He smiled widely and brandished the still steaming pizza. You closed the door behind you.

“I think I need a divorce.” You spoke, your voice barely above a whisper.

“What happened to ‘hello’? ‘How are you’?” He replied, setting the pizza down. You almost laughed. “What’s going on?”

You sat at the table and he sat across from you. You spoke quickly, giving every detail you thought relevant. He listened quietly, probably comparing it to what Matt had told him about the situation. When you finished, he sighed heavily.

“I thought it’d be enough to just hear him say he didn’t mean it.” You sniffled. At some point during your story, you began crying. “But I can’t stop thinking. Is she friends with his friends? Does he think about her? Is she less controlling? Easy-going? Well-traveled? Well read? God, she makes me so upset!”

“Okay, let’s slow down a little.” Foggy offered.

“She’s beautiful.” You laughed bitterly. “And he loved her. She’s been on the other side of his bed.”

“They haven’t even talked before whatever came up.”

“I know it’s crazy, but I can’t stop thinking that he’s been thinking of her when he’s talking about me.”

He was quiet for a minute, taking it all in. You took the time to eat some of your pizza. So many thoughts were running through your mind.

Did you want the divorce? Did you need the divorce? Would Matt agree or would he drag it out in court? Would you be about to convince Foggy to help with your side or would he remain loyal to his friend? Whose side would Karen take? How long with Elektra wait before stepping in?

The questions were so loud you didn’t even realize Matt had shown up. Your eyes went wide when he sat beside you, then you immediately turned your glare towards Foggy. Your friend put his hands up in surrender and offered a nervous smile. When your stare didn’t lighten, he ducked out of the room.

“Y/N…” Matt began and your heated gaze turned on your husband. “I thought-“

“You know, it’s a real coincidence.” You cut in sharply. “Without her even being here - Well without me knowing she was here - she was back in your life. It was like she just knew. Now her name comes up once, comes up twice, comes up every goddamn minute since I saw her.”

“You know I don’t feel that way about her.” He insisted.

“But she’s in the same damn city every damn night. And wow, what a coincidence that you’ve lost all your common sense now, huh?”

“Seriously?” Matt scoffed and you crossed your arms. “I’m the one that’s lost it?”

“Last week, we were perfectly fine. We were normal. Now, it’s like you’ve been holding space for her in your life, and now she’s right there to fill it.”

“There’s no space! It’s only you!”

“Is it?” You laughed in disbelief. “It’s not someone trying to turn the past into the present tense?”

“No!”

“If she wasn’t here, would you be going after the Yakuza?”

His mouth opened then shut. He clearly thought better of whatever his initial answer was going to be, so he took a moment to decide on a better answer. “Not immediately, I don’t think so.”

“I’m surprised she’s not trying to suck up to ask your friends.”

“Y/N, sweetheart-“

“Don’t sweetheart me, Matthew.” You said sharply, maybe sharper than intended. “You lied to me.”

“I didn’t.” He defended.

“Oh, of course. I’m sorry. You told me the truth, minus seven percent. Which just so happened to be the important seven percent.”

“This isn’t about Elektra.” He shook his head.

“It’s about you, you fucking idiot! She’s the girl you outgrew. That’s what you told me! Isn’t that what you told me?”

He nodded quietly.

“Then what the fuck was that when Stick got you to say her name?” You screamed.

There it was. Your admittance to what truly started it all. When he had said it, your heart sank. It fell into a hole so deep in your chest, you still didn’t feel it beat in your chest. You went through your day as normal as you could, but everything in your body felt numb. You felt hollow and you thought you could blame it on Elektra’s general presence.

But you were wrong. When it came down to it, when it was just you and Matt locked in a room, the truth came out. It wasn’t completely Elektra’s fault.

It was Matt’s.

“What was that, Matt?” You asked quietly, hot anger shifting to betrayal.

“I don’t know.” He admitted. “I want to say that I was just caught up in the moment.”

“You were defending our marriage two seconds before.” You scoffed. “You don’t have to lie to the woman that loves you. I can do that myself.”

“I never meant for this to happen.”

“That doesn’t change that it did. That doesn’t change that you hurt me, Matthew. Why can’t you admit to that?”

He reached for you, to feel your body whether it be your leg or your arm. Without thinking, you scooted your chair back. He froze immediately and his brows furrowed behind his glasses. You tensed in your seat when you realized.

You had never shied away from Matt’s touch before. You never avoided him.

“So you meant it…” Matt said quietly. You didn’t need his super senses to hear the heartbreak. “You want a divorce.”

“You said you’d pick Elektra.” You confessed quietly. “What else am I supposed to do?”

“I’ve already picked, Y/N.” He leaned forward in his chair. It was as close as he dared to get to you. “I know what I said. I know that you heard it and I know that it broke your heart. If I could take it back and just think about that goddamn question, I would.”

“So why didn’t you?”

He couldn’t answer.

“Hell’s Kitchen is nice, but who do you really want by your side?” You pressed. “And when you and Elektra inevitably break up again, would it be a coincidence then too? Would it be worth it?”

“I can’t lose you.” He nearly whispered.

“I’m going to stay at a hotel for a little while.” You decided. “I won’t draw up divorce papers just yet, but I am considering it… Call me when you can actually have this conversation with me.”

“Y/N..”

“No, Matt, just don’t. I love you so much, but I… I can’t just pretend this will go away. I thought when we talked earlier it was enough, and I was able to forget for a little while. But once the kids were gone… Fuck, it hurts. I’m so confused.”

“I’m not.” He looked at you hopefully. “I love you, Y/N. I want you. I would marry you again and again. I choose you, always.”

“Not always… What might be the only time it truly mattered, you chose Elektra. I get the whole notion of having soft spots for first loves, and I know Elektra was different for you. I accepted that when I fell for you. But look at what she’s done, what she’s put you in the middle of.”

“I chose to get involved.”

“Yeah… And it might’ve cost our marriage.” You stood. “Was it worth it?”

“No.”

“Good. Sit with that regret for a little while. When you can stand in front of Stick, with Elektra in full health, and honestly tell him you pick me, you can come find me.”

“I’ll do it right now.” He stood quickly and took a step to block your path to the door. “I care about Elektra, but not the way I need you. Please…”

“What am I supposed to do, Matt, just let it go?”

“No… Please, just give me a chance.”

“I am, but I need to think and so do you.”

“I can’t lose you.”

“And I need you to need me, just me.”

“I do.”

You smiled slightly to yourself, thinking for a brief moment of your wedding. You knew it’d be a lot of rebuilding to get your marriage back to what it was, and it wouldn’t really start until Elektra was gone. You didn’t know her true motives with Matt but you could take a guess. Regardless, he was trying to convince you and you so badly wanted to believe him.

So you took the chance.

“I’ll be at the Presidential for the rest of the week. Figure it out, Matt, or I’ll do it for you.”

You didn’t return to your shared apartment until that Sunday. When you did, Matt was waiting for you. No sign of Elektra’s presence was a relief. No sign of Stick either.

Rather, your favorite flowers were on the coffee table, the newest book from your favorite author and a stuffed animal were beside them.

You stared at them in appreciation.

You didn’t believe everything was back to normal, but Matt was showing you that he was going to try and fix it. He was fighting for your marriage, so you would too.

[earthsickwithoutyou]

Frank has a totally normal reaction the first time Matt casually mentions having a new girlfriend. He drops Heather’s name without thinking anything of it until Frank repeats it almost accusingly. “Who the fuck is ‘Heather,’ Red?”

Matt pauses. “Oh! Oh, right, I never got a chance to mention…she’s just this woman I’ve been seeing.”

Frank pauses as if he’s a skipped record. His heart is thudding so loudly that it distracts Matt.

“Oh yeah?” Frank’s voice is suddenly close to his ear, all heat and whiskey breath.

There’s an awkward pause as Matt tries to ignore how Frank’s proximity and inexplicable intensity make him feel, all hot, twisted up and confused.

“Yes. She’s uh, a therapist, we met through Kirsten and” —

Suddenly, Frank bursts out laughing. “Calm down, buddy, I’m fuckin’ with you. The look on your face, I swear to fuckin’ god, you’re too easy.”

He grasps Matt’s shirt at the shoulder and tugs it maybe a little too hard, playing it off as amused and friendly. But it feels like manhandling; it feels like half-smothered frustration. Matt bites his lip a little too hard in response.

“I. I mean. Huh?” Matt can barely keep up. Which is not like him at all.

“Good for you, Red, you get yours! How long’s this been goin on?”

“Oh a couple of months I guess”

“Yeah? Fan fucking tastic. You guys serious?”

“Are we…?” Matt’s mouth feels dry. “I guess we’re just dating… it’s been good but we’ve hit a snag here and there as well...”

“A therapist, huh, Matty? Well I bet you guys’ll work it out because if there’s one thing you need, it’s a fuckin’ therapist.”

“Me?” Matt laughs, almost relaxing at last. “Me? Please. You need a damn therapist. Come on.”

“I ain’t on the market, tragically enough. It’s great for you, though. Some nice, normal girl. Bet she understands you and just fuckin’ supports you in all your wacked out shit huh?”

“Does she need to? She knows Matt Murdock. It’s not a good idea for her to get to know Daredevil.”

“Hmm. I’ll take your word for it. Interesting.”

“Frank, if you wanna say something just” —

“Who, me? Judge you and your relationship? Perish the thought, Red. It’s just kinda intriguing that you say you like this girl, despite never mentioning her until like the fifth time we had a chance to catch up. And how you don’t want her to actually know you, but whatever works for you, man. The fuck I know?”

Frank’s warm chuckle sends an odd shiver down Matt’s spine.

“I don’t know, Frank, I’m starting to wonder if you know something I don’t.”

“How ya figure? I never even met this Amber. I don’t know a single fuckin” -

“Heather,” Matt corrects him wryly.

“Right. It’s one of those. Sure, okay. See you round the Kitchen, Red.”

Matt stands still in the place where Frank was so close to him mere moments before and says his name into the shadows. But Frank’s already gone, as painfully casual as can be.

Afterwards, he can’t sleep for almost a week. He has recurring, suggestive, borderline erotic dreams about Frank. In bed with Heather, he can’t focus on her and all he can think about is the bizarre and foolish theory that Frank is jealous.

Things get so crazy that Heather blows up on him again about being checked out and inattentive. And he can’t bring himself to care. His mind even replays Frank’s glib, silly comments about how he won’t show his true self to Heather. But Frank wasn’t being funny, and Matt knows it.

Finally, he tracks Frank down on a rooftop a week later, opening with a gruff “you got something you wanna tell me?”

Frank chuckles and stays infuriatingly calm on the surface. But he must realize that Matt can hear his quickening breath and staggering heartbeat.

“Nothin’ I can think of at the moment, Red. Say, how’s Heather doin?”

“Oh, like you really care about how she’s doing.”

“You think I’m so heartless, Red? Aww that hurts.”

“I think you’re lying and I think if you didn’t want me to know how you actually feel, you would try harder to hide it. You’re too smart not to know better.”

“I got nothin to hide. I’m not in a relationship, I’m a free fuckin agent, just tryin’ to keep you honest with yourself is all.”

“Is that so?” Matt puts his hands on his hips. “Mr Honesty. You’re not holding something back from this discussion?”

“I don’t know, Matty, what exactly do you think I’m holdin’ back from you? It’s nothin’ you can’t have if you care to come take it, that much is pretty indisputably fuckin’ obvious.”

“Can you make it more obvious, please?” Matt is exhausted and it shows. It’s pure emotional bafflement, too deep for a “friendship.”

Frank takes pity on him. Matt knows why — he can hear how Frank’s heart skips a beat at him saying ‘please.’

“I guess I ain’t spelled it out in excruciatingly apparent detail enough times for you, Red. You need some other form of fuckin’ communication, I take it.”

“If you would be so kind.”

“I ain’t gonna be kind, Red. And I’ll tell you what, fuckin’ Amber ain’t gonna like it either.”

“Heather,” Matt snaps irritably, but a second later Frank’s mouth crushes against his, hard and insistent.

“Who?” Frank demands, backing Matt against the nearest wall.

“I- I don’t know,” Matt falters as his hands helplessly grab onto Frank’s sweater, seeking more contact at any cost, any way he can get it. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“Now you’re talkin’ Red.” Frank’s relief is as palpable as his pleased amusement, which makes Matt’s face flush as his heart squeezes in aroused embarrassment. “Just in time for me to shut you up.”

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

need - m. murdock

a/n: y'all ever get ridiculously high and see a photo of the red and yellow daredevil suit and get sick with how badly you want matt murdock? i do. this is the product of that. its just a lot of fluff and kisses and banter and such

3:21 A.M.

You will yourself not to fall asleep, not just yet. But, you curl into a pillow as your eyes grow heavy, your brain starting to wander somewhere far away from Hell’s Kitchen. Your breathing is slow, and these are your favorite moments.

They’re filled with anticipation, a calm before the storm. Most nights, you’re too anxious to sleep. And maybe it’s because you know he’s putting himself in danger. But you have this fleeting suspicion in the very back corner of your mind that it’s because you yearn for him so intensely, that you burn not with anxiety.. But with longing.

The window barely creeks as he opens it, knowing your relaxed form is curled up in between silk sheets just a couple of feet away.

“Hey Daredevil,” You hum softly, sleepy eyes watching as he climbs inside your bedroom, “City finally sleeping?” You wonder, and he just scoffs.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” He responds, and you just grin at how brooding he is.

“Nice suit,” You start, “Makes your thighs look great.”

“Thanks.” He hums, “Must be some suit if it gets pretty things like you to notice me.” You roll your eyes, and you open your mouth just to tease him, but he sits his pretty ass down right onto your amazing and gorgeous silk sheets! That he insisted on!

“Oh, do not tell me you are sitting on my pretty sheets! Matthew!” You huff, gently kicking his back.

“Ow—Hey!” He laughs, squirming a bit. “I thought you were happy to see me!”

“I was—I am!” You remind, “But you’re getting dirt, blood, or—Whatever in our bed!”

“You’re bruising my kidneys,” He laughs as he slumps back, feeling as you kick him—Well, kicking seems so violent, you’re just trying to push him off a bit. He reaches behind himself to grab your ankle.

“Fuck them kidneys!” You say between laughs, and then you move to push him off the bed, leaning up against him as you push.. You’re not very successful.

“Oh my god,” he laughs, and then he twists his body and grabs you by the arms to pull you onto his lap. “You’re such a brat.” He clicks his tongue, and you just shake your head.

“I just don’t like devils in gold getting my sheets dirty.” You defend. He tilts his head. Then, he lets go of one of your arms and pulls his helmet off, a smirk on his face.

“Maybe it won’t bother you if you can’t see it.” And your brain takes just a second to buffer before you realize what’s happening.

“Daredevil, I swear to—” You move to get off his lap but Matt simply grabs you by the waist and pulls your back against his chest, his arm wrapping around your torso.

“Okay, Easy,” He grins, before placing the helmet over your eyes. You blink as you get used to the lack of light.

“Kinda smells like you,” You confess, and he laughs, leaning down to kiss your neck. That’s all it takes to get you melting against him. But it’s only after a minute to you wiggle to get off his lap, “I’m still mad at you,” You inform.

“Fine,” He concedes, “I have to shower anyways.”

“Finally, something we can agree on.” You hum, and he stands up, taking a few steps towards the bathroom as you pull off his helmet, and you think, okay, great, he’s finally gonna clean off that musk— “Matthew!” You yelp as Matt swoops down and picks you up from behind, bridal style.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” He hums, “I lied.”

“Yeah, I figured—” but before you can finish, he tosses you right onto the bed. You groan as you land on the bed. And then, Matt climbs into bed next to you. “Matthew, I swear to fucking god—”

“Oh, stop,” He hums softly, “I just want to lay with you here,” He hums as you climb on top of him, resting on his lower stomach before his hands find your waist.

“I can’t believe you’re ruining the silk sheets that we got because of your senses.” You shake your head.

Matt elects to ignore your concerns.

“Do you really like the suit?” He wonders, and you just grin.

“You look very sexy in it,” You promise, and he grins.

“Okay,” He starts, “Give me a kiss and I’ll go shower.” He promises, and then he purses his lips—Of course, you lean down and kiss him, wondering if normal couples knew how much they’re missing out on.

But it only lasts a moment, because then, with a groan, Matt sits up, beginning to rub your sides. He’s a man of his word, and the quicker he showers, the quicker he’ll come back. So, begrudgingly, you climb off him.

“Go shower,” You request, and he leans over and kisses your cheek, so you add, “Hurry back.” And you can feel his lips form a smirk against your cheek.

As soon as Matt’s in the bathroom, you peel off the sheets that were on your bed, putting the spare set of soft sheets onto the mattress. Then, you’re too excited for your boyfriend to come back to rest, so you make your way to the kitchen to make Matt a snack; He should be hungry, and you’d genuinely rather pull teeth than let him go to bed hungry.

Your kind gesture is interrupted, though. As you pull out the peanut butter he likes from the cupboard, you hear light footsteps behind you and before you can react, he has again swept you off your feet, but now.. His warm skin is pressed against you, because Matthew has swept you off your feet in just his boxer briefs.

His hair is still damp from the shower, and you’re sure if you leaned up to kiss his scruff, that would be just a tad damp. So, you’re too enamored to protest when he picks you up, hauling you off to the bedroom, with your new sheets, and he gently tosses you onto the mattress.

You don’t have time to say anything before him when he climbs into bed after you, climbing on top of you. His hands find yours, linking your fingers together.

“Comfortable?” He asks you. You grin at him.

“Mhm,” You hum, “But I think you need to kiss me.”

“Need? I don’t know about—” He cuts himself off with an ‘oomph’ as you shift your position, now on top of him.

“Yeah. Need.” You hum, leaning down to kiss him again.

Matt’s new suit and helmet lays sprawled out in your apartment, but he decides kissing you at three something in the morning is much more important than that.

[dameronology]

hii, It's not reallyyy a request, it's just something that's been on my mind for a while after rewatching the second season of Daredevil and I think you would write something incredibly sad and good. what would it be like for reader to have some kind of accident, may be in a life or death situation and having Matt to pray for her (like he did with Elektra)?

first of all - thank you so much!! sad and good is EXACTLY the genre i want my writing to be in. angst is forever my favourite genre >:)

this is in headcanon form but BOY, it's long. also, pls be aware that although my family is catholic (ITALIAN catholics no less), my knowledge of the religion is absolute whack. hopefully i did okay??

matt has several worst fears. some of them stem from his religious beliefs, some from his childhood, some from his night job but ALL of them stem from the things he holds closest to his heart.

matt has an incredibly complicated relationship w his catholocism and after years and years of trauma, like the pain that came from losing his sight, and then his dad, and then watching his home turns to shit?? sometimes he wants to look up at the sky and scream IT'S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE

still, i feel like matt finds comfort in the belief that god makes everything happen for a reason. however, the one thing he will not accept in that belief is losing you.

if you died, that might be enough to lead him to apostasy. like, he might actually turn into the most sacrilegious son of a bitch you've ever met.

because matt could believe he lost his sight for a reason -- his heightened senses led him to becoming daredevil, which he fears might be his purpose, and losing his dad ultimately lead him to the orphanage where he found peace in religion itself.

you, however?? matt has racked his brain for days on end and he still refuses to believe that god, or the universe, or whatever deity may exist whether his own or not, is good enough to give him you.

you are his anchor when the sea is stormy, his sunshine on a bad day, you're the warmth on his face after years in the cold and above all, you are the person that calls him out on his bullshit.

you are literally the best thing in the world to him. everything about you is perfect and he knows lust and pride are some of the deadly sins but so are virtue and kindness and humility and you're all of those things.

so yeah, if anything happened to you, that one bad day away that matt is from becoming frank will quickly pass.

he loses his fucking MIND. you're alive, and that's the most important thing, but you're lucky to be so. a few seconds difference could have seen you in the ground.

he's angry. matt's vision is limited to some light perception and maybe some shadows but right now, it's all red. it's bright and scarlet and it's dripping and no matter how many times he opens the windows and listens to your fluttering heart, he can't get the smell of your blood out of his nose or your screams out his ears.

it's not unusual for you to consume all his senses. now, he wishes that you didn't.

being angry comes easily. he punches guys a little harder at night. grinds his teeth a little more. comes home with fists more bruised that normal and lacerations that have reopened scars that healed years ago.

he nearly lost you. he didn't, but he nearly did, and matt suddenly becomes scared of the fact that life is so. fucking. precious.

that's when he settles a little. why is he wasting time being angry when he could spend it with you? why dwell on what the what if of you dying if you're literally right there beside him?

bruised, of course, and you'll need time to heal both mentally and physically, but you'll get there.

that's when matt once again finds himself seeking comfort in religion. it's familiar to him; the thing at the core of his principles.

the church was his home once, and he carries that with him.

father lantom puts it nicely: lessons aren't always what they seem - sometimes they remind you not to take things for granted.

maybe matt hadn't taken you for granted, but he had just assumed you were so perfect and so close to him that you couldn't possibly be taken away. maybe he had assumed that god just wouldn't dare.

it's a sobering reality for matt. nobody is immortal. not you, not him, not a single person on this planet.

there's a level of acceptance after that.

matt does everything in his physical power to help you heal. he makes you sure you take your medicine, he cleans your wounds, he reminds you to go to check ups and to take it easy.

most of all, he holds you closer at night now. tangles your hands a little more when you're walking beside him. kisses on the forehead become more frequent, as do random texts and calls during the day.

the incident is a reminder of matt's ability to seek comfort in what he knows, but most of all it's a reminder to just be grateful for what he has and to stop worrying about it being taken away.

it's also a SOBERING reminder of how not so different he is from his close, personal friend frank castle. not saying it makes him okay with what frank does but it certainly helps him to understand him a little more.

[bensbennies]

Lessons from Daredevil Born Again: Sometimes you are right and everybody in your life telling you not to go off is wrong. Like that is literally the lesson. Nobody who tells Matt to chill out in that show is ever right not even one single time.

Foggy keeps secrets from Matt and Karen because he doesn't want them to go off and he ends up dead.

Frank pretends it isn't his problem or responsibility to deal with dirty cops that are using him as a symbol.

Cherry and Kirsten tell Matt not to defend Hector because it's bad for the firm's leverage and they don't care an innocent man is being framed by dirty cops who are beating him in prison because "we can't prove he's innocent" (not a defense attorney's job btw) and "defending a cop killer is bad PR"

When Matt tries to talk about disillusionment with the law with his girlfriend she starts kissing him and telling him nothing matters or taking his clothes off then he gets one (1) bruise and she freaks out and goes off about how he is burying his trauma and sabotaging his life as if she actually knows what the hell she's talking about and didn't just throw a bunch of random psychobable at a person she's barely bothered getting to know.

Heather says Daredevil and Muse are the same which is an objectively absolute batshit take.

Heather acts like Matt is crazy for being suspicious of a man who repeatedly threatened his life and killed or tried to kill some of his friends and clients.

Cherry, Heather, and Kirsten all jump to calling Matt insane and unhinged and self-destructive when he tries to explain that Foggy's murder was orchestrated by the Fisks.

Imagine if Matt had listened to all that and let all of them convince him that he's the problem. Imagine if he wasn't a stubborn motherfucker with a huuuuge honking chip on his shoulder about independence and justice. Imagine if he was just like "Yeah you're right guys homeless men do deserve to spend time at Rikers for stealing caramel corn. We should let an innocent man get beat to death by the cops because it's not our problem and bad for our leverage. You're right Cherry I should have let a serial murderer kill a teenager I know because if I go out in my Daredevil suit I might get an owie. Yeah you're right Heather being a serial killer who paints blood murals all over the city for his own sexual gratification is just like Daredevil wow so insightful. I should just drown my disillusionment in sex until the moment you randomly decide it's a problem."

Matt doesn't listen to any of this and good for him. Justice is blind or whatever.

[silentstyx]

kisses in the crossfire

sum: this post

tw: very very descriptive kissing, uhm i took it too serious lwk and i use shooting/shoots a lot.

okay yeah. you're all a bunch of little daredevils, mkay? you all got bored... so you all snuck out of camp.

all being: you, Annabeth, Percy, Grover, Will, Nico, Thalia, and Leo.

you decided to split up: girls vs boys.

you may have been outnumbered, sure, but also you have the girlfriend of one of the big three (you), a daughter of Athena (Annabeth), and another child of the big three (Thalia).. vs very powerful guys... one of them also being a child of the big three... but whatever!

Zeus v Poseidon? who would win?! okay, yeah it's kinda hard to tell.. but probably Zeus, right?! yeah!!!!!!

you guys put on your armor outside the arena, all glaring at each other. if stares could kill you'd all be dead. but this is what happens when you put a bunch of competitive teenagers against each other.

(okay yeah, by the way this is lazer tag so if anyone gets shot its fine. not only do they stay alive but they get to keep going.)

you couldn't help but admire how good percy looks in the neon lighting with a light up armor/vest thing on him. he smirks, noticing your gaze.

"ya like what ya see, pretty?" Percy says smugly.

you snarl, "don't get too smug, Jackson."

he snickers. the worker simply rolls his eyes and explains the rules and punishments and dangers if you don't follow the rules.

biggest was no running, yet, no punishment if you run.

they simply explained that it's dark and if you run you could get hurt. honestly the guy looked like if you broke any rules he won't do anything, he doesn't get payed enough to care.

he lets you guys in and you wait for the announcements, all the girls split up around the arena and hide.

the game started and most of the guys started running around so the girls would shoot them from their hiding places. you were spotted by Leo so you ran and found a new hiding spot. yet this time you were spotted by the son of Poseidon himself. he cornered you.

"hey, pretty." he smiles innocently as he backs you into the corner of the building.

you groan, "not now, Perce."

he leans in and connects your lips. you couldn't even gasp from the sudden kiss. his hand meets your hips. you couldn't help but reciprocate. you you drop your gun, letting it dangle, and place your hands gently around his neck. he put his own gun down, letting it dangle from his vest, and puts his other hand behind your skull. he slides his tongue over your bottom lip. you whine softly, letting him enter. your tongues fight against each other before his wins. he pulls his away softly. you whine at the loss of contact.

he smiles softly, "hey, pretty?"

"hm?" you respond, whispering.

he shoots you. in the bullseye. are you joking. not only that but after he shoots you he grins all smug and runs away, hiding so you can't shoot him back.

are.

you.

joking.

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